I struggled finishing even the first story, and couldn't bring myself to finish the second one, and skimming some of the other stories, decided this just isn't worth my time.

I should've known, really. I thought maybe I'd find something to relate to here, that I would see myself in these Israeli immigrant characters. But of course I didn't. Because the characters are not Israeli. They're Tel-Avivian, and they capture so well what I can't stand about so-called Tel-Avivian life.

And the writing style wasn't anything to write home about either. Frankly, I don't understand how this was so highly anticipated. It's worse than mediocre.